It is an interesting title, isn't it?

 

  If in China, I will find nothing special about fried chicken, something you can diy or buy at kfc,but tonight, the fried chicken I ate just now makes me want to write something.

 

  When i was to heat the mik in the microwave before going to bed, a habit i've fostered since being here which guarantees a sound sleep in most of the cases, I noticed a small piece of paper on the microwave with a bowl on it. In the bowl were fried chickens which looked hot and fresh. I read the scrap of paper out of curiosity and found that the chickens were made by my flatmate who intends me to eat it . She did not write much but reminds me to wash the bowl when finishing those snacks.

 

   At that moment, I was a bit moved for she is such a caring and tolerant girl, though sometime loses her temper easily. She is the the type of person who tends to express her emotioin in a special way, who will never say anything to flatter you even scorch you sometimes , but you have to admit that she is quite nice. And indeed it takes time to come to know the nature of such type of persons.

 

    I really enjoyed what she cooked for me , though not hungry at all and also decide to do something for her.It searches me now. Tomorrow I might have an answer!

 

    Sometimes you have to admit such mundane thing is the source of happiness. and I truly believe that now~~~